Chapter 2

My wrists ache as I try to move. The rope is digging into my skin as I tug against the restraints.

The bed beneath me is cold, the sheets rough against my bare back.

Fuck. I’m tied up spread-eagle, ankles secured to the bedposts. My body is exposed and vulnerable.

The realization hits me in the gut that I failed.

A shadow moves at the edge of my vision and I see Marco Don Rocco standing over me, his shirt unbuttoned, his chest rising and falling with slow, controlled ...